I write
because no one seems capable of returning a shopping cart to the cart corral
or slowing down for a yellow light
or using a blinker to help other drivers know what they are doing
I write
because there is too much hate in the world
It is infecting our everyday life
A 19-year-old rapes and kills a 66-year-old woman because he “had nothing better to do”
Children can not go to a movie, school, shopping, or a basketball game
without some kind of violence: gun, knife, or words
I write
because school board members have personal agendas
Teachers are burned out from testing
tired from screaming parents (that won’t return a shopping cart)
Students don’t even care what they will be when they grow up
They have the newest app, Facebook friends, and 10k likes
How can you want anything more than that?
I write
because there is enough money
It just isn’t used for the the things we say are important
We preach one message but spend on something else
Even the civility we get from the drive thru is scripted
I write
because sunsets and sunrises never stop being beautiful
A day is always an opportunity to show love
Even if it is as simple as returning a few carts to the corral
I write
for my family and friends
To let them know I love them
That I will stand for them
no matter the rising waves of pain in this world
I write
because my heart beats blood through my veins
pulsing to my fingers
that produce these words
this poem
for you to read
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